  Finally, some spare time to write a little something. I just got my VCE mid year exam results today and… needless to say I’m pretty fucking pissed at it. All those Saturdays spent studying my unfocused butt off, all those hours wasted and what do I have to show for it? A score worse than my biology paper last year which I know I could not have been less prepared for. So, if such were the case, and the less I study, the better I do, no wonder why I fucked up all my results for this semester. I got dual B’s on both psychology and physics. For physics, I was kinda expecting a C or C+ maximum, so I guess I’m not too unhappy with that.
However, psychology… this was a depressing mark. It irks me how for most of the year I had been going relatively well for this subject [through SAC results and all] and the end result is a big B. What annoys me about this is that the other guy and I who had been going well throughout the year both did poorly in this paper. Maybe I shouldn’t have left the exam hall in 20 minutes huh? I knew I should’ve worked through all of it… Oh well. It’s over and there’s one more round of examinations to redeem myself and hopefully, just maybe, Law school is still a dream within my grasp.
I don’t want it to be just that… just a dream. Still, I think I shouldn’t have mucked around so much last term and instead prioritized my objectives. I sure as hell shouldn’t have focused on women so much, or clubbing, or socializing. Too many “ifs”. I’m just going to go out and do this thing. New found motivation by the way; no longer shall I use a female as my incentive [they’re too damn unstable].
I’m going to use material goods. I’m a greedy motherfucker and I’m going to exploit this to the max of my ability. See, I admit I’m a bit of a spendthrift, rarely saving any money unless it’s a super special occasion [by that, I mean for someone whom I really really really really really really really really like. That’d be pretty much the only reason why I’d save up. ] and I like to enjoy life by splurging and buying on impulse. However, my parents are not able to provide for me forever and sooner or later I’m going to have to leave this comfortable nest of mine and go out to earn my own money.
Which really sucks. Not only that, I figure, we’ve got a set amount of hours in a day right? And in those hours, I need to get as much money as possible. Basically, I want maximum output with minimum input. Therefore, I need a high-paying job. I thought of being a gigolo for awhile before the prospect of fucking the women who can’t get any [and think about how easy it is to get a male in bed. And then think about the fact that these women can’t get any. It really does say something doesn’t it?
Oh sure, there was the whole moral, integrity thing, but that lasted a fleeting second]. That idea went down the drain, ne’er to be seen again, but not before ruining the likelihood of me cracking a boner for the next 50yrs or so. Selling drugs would be a high paying gig too, but that breaks one of the rules that I have. Yes, I do adhere to a set of rules, albeit ones which I bend to my needs and whims. They’re probably more guidelines than rules, but anyhow… I couldn’t do it, knowing that I might be ruining the life of some kid somewhere and cause some family a lot of grief. I’ve already given my family enough grief, no need to give other families the sort of sadness mine has to deal with.
I might, in future, just maybe, smoke a joint or two, but I doubt I’d ever get to the hard stuff [i.e. anything above marijuana. Which means ice, speedy, XTC, cocaine, heroin, you get the idea]. But that’s another thing. But, that leaves the one option of me being an assassin of some sort. Killing other human beings or animals, I’m not particular, for tidy sums of money. Only problem with this is, I realise that because of the nature of the world now, I might have to kill some rich man or woman somewhere. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t pose a problem, however, what if they were to be the father of a friend, past, present and future? I’d hate to hurt my friends and moreover, I hate to make girls cry. Like it or not, with dead people, there are going to be a lot of spilt female tears, so that eliminates that job.
Still, it’s probably the dream job of young males everywhere; being an ultra cool ninja assassin with the power of life and death. But, with great power comes great responsibility. Right? Fucking Hollywood. I’ve heard that one enough times. If there’s one person I’d shoot, it’d be… no wait. Holy shit. There are a lot of people I’d like to shoot. Maybe not kill, but at least kneecap. With that, I have only legal means left; which means Law school, which means I’ve got to study hard. Damn. Anyone know any other ways of making quick bucks with minimum input? 
